A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... no permission for a kiss from any of this. I nodded yes and said, "of course."

He got down on his knees opposite me and gently wrapped his warm hands around my back, lowering them until they covered both my ass cheeks. He then lowered his face close to mine and pulled me to him. He didn't have to kiss me, I kissed him, eagerly searching out his lips and fixing myself to them, then running my tongue wetly over his and then deeper and deeper into his mouth until the fire between my legs threatened to totally overwhelm reason. He responded the same way, his big thick tongue gently probing, teasing, begging me to come out to play.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

The staccato clacking of the camera's lens brought me back to reality. I looked over at Mark and he looked stricken, as if someone had stolen his teddy bear and he'd never get it back.

I laughed and smiled at him with every ounce of love in my heart. He was my one and only and he deserved to know it. I duck walked over to him on my knees and kissed him on the inside of each of his thighs. He smiled back with relief and renewed confidence. It was a bizarrely touching moment.

"Well?" he asked. "What next?"

"That's it, for today at least," I answered.

"We'll be buying that memory stick," Mark said, and reached down to gather his jeans and grab our checkbook out of his back pocket.

I said almost nothing on our way back to the hotel. Mark seemed fine with it, understanding that I was reconciling ...

... myself to what I'd just done and to his reaction to it. We would both talk later when we were ready. After cleaning up, we enjoyed dinner, though the elephant that had come to occupy our room made it quieter than normal. But we were comfortable with and kind to one another, and happy, even though the elephant stood right there next to the dinner table tapping its foot and waiting for an answer;would she?

The comedy revue was even better than the meal. It was one of the more risque' ventures on the strip, which is saying something. It had been running for nearly a decade and you'd think that it might have become a bit routine for the performers, but they were true pros and made it feel like it was opening night. We returned to the room exhausted just before midnight.

AJ's photos were burning a hole in my pocket. My mind rolled back to them several times during the show, and I wondered what they would look like when I was removed from the experience itself. I certainly couldn't read Mark's mind, but wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

"Are you tired? I asked.

What do you think about looking at a few of the images?" I asked a little sheepishly, "being in it, once things got going with Markus, I wasn't able to focus on how it all looked." I had donned a midnight blue teddy, and quite frankly given the way Mark was looking at me I don't think he would have denied me anything on the off chance that I had enough energy to complete one more session with him.

"No, ...